Mallory giggled softly at her own drawing of Alistair which looked more of a funny caricature, but she did try her best. “I am such a Picasso.” She sounded proud and stared at her as he was still sitting right across her.
“Mhm, I assume my handsome face has been inspiring you, huh?” He smirked evilly.
She burst into a soft laughter, “I have to give justice to your oh so handsome face.” She teased mockingly.
Alistair was likely to have laughed back as well, finding her comment to be rather charming and heartwarming. He had probably felt flattered by her statement, and was likely to appreciate that she cared so much about accurately portraying him with her painting. He could have playfully replied with, “Oh?”
“Wow, you look so shocked.” She sarcastically answered.
He chuckled, “Is tha
